1: Bieber

All I could hear in my head was that one name. It felt like I had been forced to hear it replay in my head for years.
Bieber. Bieber. Bieber.
It never stopped and perhaps it never will...
It always brought trouble, yet it always brought happiness..
Will it ever end?
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25. Chapter 25


My mind was racing. It couldn't put two and two together. It's like a million tiny people were all running around in my brain screaming, "What just happened? Ahh! Dead man! Justin! Killed! Blaise! What!" I'm pretty sure I was crying, too. But I couldn't tell. All I was aware of was Justin's arms around me--I didn't even stop to think about the fact that I couldn't breathe either.

I took a deep breath.

Okay think Peyton! Justin just did something to protect you. He's not going to hurt you. He's going to keep you save. Peyton, I think he lo-

"No he doesn't!" I yelled, causing Justin to pull away from me suddenly. He looked at me with sadness radiating through his expression. His thumb wiped a tear from my cheek.

"Who doesn't what?" He asked.

"I...I don't know. I just-"

"I'm not going to hurt you, if that's what you're thinking."

I wrapped my arms around him again. I mean sure, about a few weeks ago I thought that he would hurt me--aside from last night, but that doesn't count--But now? Never in a million years would I want him to think that that's what I was thinking. "No, I wasn't thinking that. I know you wouldn't hurt me. I know I'm safe with you..."

Justin ran his fingers through my hair. It made me want to curl up with him and go to sleep forever. "I've made it my mission to keep you safe, now. Nobody's going to hurt you or take you from me. I..."

He didn't have to say it. I knew what he was thinking. We both knew how we felt about each other now. We didn't need words to tell.

"My life is getting pretty fucked up." I chuckled. Justin held me tighter.

"Well--that's part of the package." He pulled away slightly to make sure I saw the smug look on his face. I smiled and shook my head playfully.

Justin frowned. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" I looked at him, puzzled.

"All of this happened to you over some stupid gun. Chaz and Ryan--the dipshits that they are--just had to drop it. They just had to chase you. Then you found it. I felt like...like you...you were put in danger the minute I found out about it. The first time I saw you properly--and no that was not when you dropped all of your food on me,"

I giggled. Justin smiled.

"The first time I saw you properly, I thought you were perfect. You reminded me of my mom. Short, with a petite figure. Long brown hair. And you were brave. Brave to stand up to me when I was acting like a jerk. Brave to trust me. Everybody else was afraid of me. For some reason, you weren't. Eventually you accepted me. But I feel bad for pulling you into this...For letting Colton pull you into this by force...I just-"

"Justin, you don't have to apologize. Honestly, it's been hard to get used to everything. I tried not to fall for you. I tried not to get that involved. But I guess fate just doesn't want that to happen."

Justin raised his eyebrows. "Fate?"

I nodded.

"If it's fate that brought us together, then why did you try not to fall for me? I mean I know--given my good looks--It's hard to resist me." He smirked.

I rolled my eyes. "Shut up."

"Alright." Justin smiled. Then he crashed his lips against mine.

"O-h-h-k-a-y Romeo and Juliet. Are you guys done? 'Cause I'm still here--and I don't want to witness that again."

We broke our kiss to look over at Ryan. He looked tired. His eyes showed surprise. Justin wrapped his arms around me and held me close again. I laughed.


"Oh don't apologize to him. He hasn't been very nice to you." Justin said. "I think we should get back at him." He smirked and leant down to kiss me again--but I moved away. I crossed my... uh, arm.

"Not so fast, lover boy. I've had a traumatic few days. I don't need other people getting traumatized."

"Thank you!" Ryan raised his arms dramatically.

Justin frowned. "Alright, let's go."


Back at Justin's house, Ryan and I talked some more while Justin went off to call Ryan Butler. I could tell he was still pretty shook up. He didn't want to leave me. He just wanted a hug from me. I hugged him about ten times since we walked through the door and he still looked scared; and sad.

Ryan handed me a plate and a fork. I was seated at the bar in Justin's kitchen. Ryan was--surprisingly enough--cooking. I couldn't think of the last time I had actually eaten real food. Usually Justin would go out, catch up with some of his old street friends, then come home with a beer and fast food. It was disgusting. And some nights, we didn't even eat. I know it had only been about two months of knowing Justin, but it felt like forever.

I twirled my fork around. "Whatcha making?"

Ryan craned his neck around to see me. "Mac n' Cheese. Hope you don't hate cheese. Or macaroni."

"Nope. I'm just glad to eat some real food for once."

He nodded. "I know how you feel. Even though I didn't really talk to Bieber before he came to me, but I knew what had happened with him. Everybody who does stuff like he does knows that. People living on the streets, Murderers, Assassins, you know. He's got a pretty big reputation around here. He just doesn't realize it anymore."

"So what does that have to do with real food?" I asked.

Ryan glared at me. "I was getting to that."

"Okay then, enlighten me."

"If someone has suffered from a terrible loss--like Justin and his mother--then they don't like doing stuff that reminds them of whoever they lost." Ryan said.

"So Justin's mom probably cooked a lot. And that's why he sticks to fast food."

Ryan nodded. "I've heard of a couple cases of losses within the business. Some people just don't even want anything to do with anything that reminds them of their loved ones--so they don't eat. They live on the streets. Stuff like that."

He scooped some Mac n' Cheese on to my plate. My stomach rumbled. Just as I had started to dig in--Justin walked in.

"Is that Mac n' Cheese?" He wrinkled his nose.

"Yep! You want some?" I asked.

He walked over and sat down in the seat next to mine. He wasn't wearing a shirt. His hair was wet. It smelled like fresh boy. Don't ask me what that means. There's just no other way to describe it.

"Nah, I'm good." He said.

I frowned. "I know you want some. You can't just live off of fast food for the rest of your life."

"Maybe I just don't want some." He snapped. I nodded silently. I set my fork down and got down from the bar stool.

"I'm going to go change." I said as I started to walk away.

My clothes were in Justin's room. He had an extra closet for some reason, so one day he pretended to be some guy from goodwill, then my mom gave him all of my boxes. Most of the stuff, we had to get rid of. But I kept my clothes. And I kept a couple other things.

I walked over to my closet that was right next to Justin's. I glanced over at the door to see if he had followed me. Thankfully he didn't, so that meant I could steal one of his shirts. I took one out of his closet and didn't bother to put pants on. His shirt covered my waist anyways.

I know that you're probably thinking how weird it is that I steal my boyfr--I mean Justin's shirts. I don't know why, but they always smelled like him and his smell calmed me down. It was easier to sleep at night.

I crawled into Justin's bed. I sat there for a few moments by myself before Justin walked in.

He saw me and his frown turned into a smile. "Is that my shirt?"


Justin shook his head. "No problem."

He crawled into his bed next to me. He didn't bother to change out of his dark clothes. He wrapped his arms around my waist, causing me to squeal. Then he placed his head on my shoulder.

"What if I just stole your clothes? How would you like that?"

I rolled my eyes. "That would be weird."

He chuckled. After that, I didn't hear anything from him. Just the faint sound of his steady breathing--which meant he was asleep.

I sighed.

"You're so cute." I whispered.

"So...are...you." Justin mumbled. He tried to pull me closer but our bodies were already touching. His eyes shot open for a moment--then returned to being closed.

"Try to get some sleep." He said. I nodded and closed my eyes.

But I didn't sleep.

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